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In The Morning
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While the family slept I sat all alone
And looked at the wonders sent down from the throne.
We take for granted what we see in the sky
As the sun slowly rises and opens it's eye.
The colors are those unimagined by man
And God paints a picture, like only He can.
He awakens the birds, as clouds begin forming
It's amazing to watch God work, on a quiet Sunday morning.
In the morning we rise, to start a new day
And as I look out at the world, I begin to pray.
Father thank you for all You have done
And I praise you name, as well as Your Son.
When we go to bed, we pray through the night
And we know all will be well for you are the light.
If we don't trust Jesus there will be no warning
And there's no guarantee that we'll see the morning.
There's peace in our hearts when we praise the Son
We know how He suffered when our victory was won.
If you don't know Jesus you must stop ignoring
And a good time to reach Him, is a quiet Sunday morning.
© Ken Ferguson 9/14/1997
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